A Fragment of Forever
Your hand finds mine
in the darkness that I have made
of our room, with its curtains
and booming sound machine.
I tell myself it helps you sleep,
my presence beside you as we
approach the question of the years
that we must begin between us.
It worries me, the trust with which
you hold my hand so tightly.
My fingers encircle your fist
which has somehow wound itself into a tight grip.
I am startled by how unflinching
your love and instinct prove to be.
Besides you, I am sometimes an imposter,
struggling to hold to an identity
beyond my existence.
Strangely enough, however, being with you
has also made me braver than
my pathetic self has ever been.
You make me want to exist,
more bright and more refined,
willing to conquer, and learn,
more than I have ever known.
In the love and the trust
you give me, as you lay your
head upon my shoulder,
I am unstoppable, untouchable
— a fragment of infinity, dazzling
itself in its quest for mundane existence.
